The Best Thing I've Ever Tasted    The phrase "Taste me." kept running
through my head so I had to attach a story to it. Then a scene from Empire
of the Sun flashed there too and I was off. I hope this story makes sense.
I started writing the beginning, started writing the middle (couldn't wait
to get to the good part), wrote the end and then filled in the missing
bits. Also, I make no claims as to the accuracy of the medical information
contained herein. I kind of made it up as I went along. This is my first
attempt at this sort of thing so be kind. Many thanks to my test-readers
Brenda and Joe. This is rated NC-17 and is m/m. You have been warned. The
usual disclaimers apply. These boys aren't mine (sigh) but this story
*is*.  


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 The Best Thing I've Ever Tasted  By Regina Harley 

 "Taste me." 

 "Excuse me, Ray?" 

 "Taste *me*" 

 The week started with its normal complement of thieves and murderers.
Monday morning a prostitute was found dead, stabbed to death, on 29th
street and three liquor stores were robbed over the weekend. After
investigating the scene of the murder Fraser thought the evidence
indicated that it and the robberies were all done by the same perpetrator.
Ray was not convinced. 

 "Come on, Benny. Petty crooks don't generally go in for the big boy
stuff. Plus, she was killed with a knife and the robbers all had guns. If
he had a gun, he would have used that." 

 "Yes, Ray. But here, look at the map." 

 He pushed the map of the city across Ray's desk. 

 "The murder took place in the triangle formed by the three robberies and
I found the same type of concrete at the murder site as I did at the third
store. I think she was a witness and was threatened to ensure her silence.
What if he used the knife because he was just trying to scare her into
keeping quiet about what she saw? Something must have gone wrong. We'll
have to see what the coroner has to say about time of death." 

 Ray hardly heard the last few sentences. "You're trying to tell me that
you can distinguish between different types of *cement*. I know you taste
everything", at this he made a grimace, "but *cement*?!" 

 "Why, yes, Ray. It's not that amazing. The Inuit ..." 

 "Oh, God. Here it comes." 

 "... have competitions. They take snow from different areas and compete
to identify where they came from. Also, it is possible to identify what an
animal has been eating by the characteristics of its droppings." 

 "That's disgusting!" 

 "But it's important Ray. Not only can you determine the general state of
the animal population, but if you know what an animal has been eating you
can find out where it's been living. And where there's one there's usually
more. Medicine men can diagnose their patients by examining their ... " 

 "Droppings?" 

 "Precisely. As well as smelling their perspiration and urine. And tasting
their saliva." 

 "That's so gross I don't even want to think about it." 

 There was a short silence. But then Ray found himself thinking about it.
Found himself thinking about *Benny* doing it. 

 "And you say that you can do the same thing?" 

 "Yes, Ray. Although," he continued with his usual modest honesty, "I'm
not nearly as accomplished as some of the experts. Some of them are
purported to be capable of diagnosing fertility problems by examining
sexual secretions. 

 At this, Ray got an odd look on his face. 

 "Are you all right, Ray?" 

 "Huh?" Ray came out of his introspection with a start. My God, he
thought, what am I doing, this is *Benny* I'm thinking about!. "Yeah,
yeah, Benny. Fine ... it's nothing." 

 Fraser gave Ray an assessing look but decided to let it go. 

 Just then Lt. Welsh yelled out, "Vecchio, Frazer, my office. Now." 

 "Great, *now* what?", Ray grumbled as they both hastened to the
lieutenant's office. 

 The forensics report had just come in. The concrete on the dead woman's
shoes matched that of a construction site near one of the liquor stores.
Time of death was approximately 11 PM Saturday night. 

 "That's just 15 minutes after the third robbery, Ray" 

 "Vecchio, I want you and your buddy there immediately. Find out
everything you can." 

 "Yes, sir", said Ray. "Come on, Benny. Let's talk to the guy behind the
counter at that last store." 

 The third liquor store clerk remembered seeing the woman, Patti Graham,
32, just before being robbed. 

 "Yeah. She bought a fifth of cheap whiskey. That's what she usually gets
on a Saturday night. She left and I realized she'd left her keys on the
counter. When the bell over the door rang, that means someone's come in,
ya know, I thought it was her coming back to get them. Boy, was I bummed
to find myself face-to-face with some guy in a mask threatening me with a
gun. I never actually *saw* any damn gun, but I don't get paid enough to
be a hero, so I gave him the money." 

 

 The next several days were spent combing the neighborhood and
reinterviewing the clerks of the other stores. A few helpful facts came to
light. All of the robberies were done by white males, with similar
distinguishing characteristics. It soon became apparent that they were all
done by the same man. In all three cases, a gun was threatened but never
shown. 

 "See, Ray. He never really had a gun." 

 Thursday afternoon the coroner came back with some more information. 

 "Miss Graham had a blood alcohol content of 0.04," Benny paused in his
reading, "which is below the legal limit but far too high for an
epileptic." 

 "She had epilepsy!?" 

 "Yes, Ray. According to the coroner, her brain showed signs of epilepsy
and her liver was starting to show signs of cirrhosis, a sign of alcohol
abuse. Plus, that medication we found in her apartment; it was
anti-convulsant medication. Alcohol is known to increase the likelihood of
seizures. She was found with a half empty bottle of whiskey and she had
cuts on her hand. My guess is that she was threatened and, as she was
grabbing the perpetrators knife hand, must have gone into a seizure. Her
grip could have become so strong and unbreakable that the thief couldn't
get away. The coroner thinks she ended up stabbing herself with the knife.
The entry wounds are at peculiar angles. When the man saw what had
happened he was afraid, so he ran." 

 "So it wasn't murder, but he still left the scene of a crime, and we can
still get him for armed robbery." 

 "Yes, Ray." 

 Friday, as Ray was driving Benny home from the consulate, a call came
over the police radio that a robbery was going down. Being the closest one
to the scene Ray called in his position, swung the car around and took off
toward the crime scene. 

 "You don't mind coming along for the ride, do ya Fraser?" 

 "Certainly not, Ray. I want to catch this man as much as you do." 

 They pulled up to the liquor store just as a masked man with a crumpled
brown bag was exiting. Ray opened the door, and using it as a shield,
pulled out his gun and yelled, "Police! Freeze! Put your hands in the
air." 

 Instead of obliging, the man turned and started to run back in the store.
A shot rang out, and the man fell to the ground, clutching his right leg.
Putting away his gun, Ray swiftly ran over and cuffed the writhing man,
reading him his Miranda rights as he did so, "You have the right to remain
silent..." Meanwhile, Benny went into the store to check and see that
everyone was okay. Except for being terrified, everyone in the store was
fine. 

 * * * * * * 

 Tired from the reams of paperwork they had to fill out they went back to
Fraser's apartment to grab something to eat. But Ray seemed preoccupied.
The conversation was desultory until finally Ray spoke up. 

 "Hey, Benny." 

 "Yes, Ray" 

 "Is it true about the Inuit?" 

 "Is what true?" 

 "That they can diagnose stuff by tasting stuff?" 

 "Yes, Ray." 

 "Oh." 

 Fraser looked sharply at his friend. He looked a little sad and a little
bewildered. But utterly desirable. With his well-tailored grey suit and
navy blue silk shirt, he looked good enough to ... well, to eat. Fraser
had admitted to himself long ago that he would be more than happy to be
Ray's partner in every sense of the word, but his fear of what Ray would
think, that he might lose him altogether, kept him from speaking. But now,
though... Fraser wasn't sure what gave him this impression but suddenly he
got the idea that Ray was thinking the same thing. And that Ray was
utterly confused as to what to do about it. 

 "Ray, are you okay? I mean, if there's anything I can help you with,
please, just ask." 

 Ray heaved a resigned sigh, straightened his shoulders and seemed to come
to a decision. "Yeah, Benny. I got a problem. A big problem." He gave a
small sigh. "You see, ever since you told me about the medicine men
there's this one thought, this one *phrase*, that keeps running through my
head. I wake up in the morning, there it is. At night , there it is. I
could hardly finish this case...", his voice trailed off. 

 "Go on. What is it, Ray? What's the phrase?" 

 Ray closed his eyes tight, took a deep breath, let it out. Looking up, he
looked Fraser straight in the eye and said the words that had tormented
him for the last week. 

 "Taste me." 

 "Excuse me, Ray?" 

 "Taste *me*! I want you to taste me, Benny." He closed his eyes, unable
to watch the disgust he was sure he would see on his best friend's face,
but felt compelled to continue. "Ever since you mentioned the medicine
men, I couldn't get the thought out of my head of you tasting me. Finding
out all about me with your fingers and nose and tongue. Touching, smelling
, ... *tasting* ... I'm sorry, Benny." 

 "Ray. Ray, look at me." 

 Ray opened his eyes. Not disgust, not disgust at all. Tenderness,
happiness .... love?! 

 "Ray, I would love to taste you. Anywhere, anyway, for as long as you
like." 

 He slowly reached out a hand to stroke Ray's cheek. His thumb gently
brushed away a tear welling in Ray's eye. 

 "Where would you like me to start?" 

 "Oh God. Are you sure? God, anywhere you like, Benny." 

 "Well, how about at the top?" 

 He slowly moved closer, the front of his red serge jacket brushing
against Ray's chest. He reached up and gently took Ray's head in his hands
and tipped it toward him. Softly, at first, and then more firmly he
pressed his nose into Ray's hair. "Shall I report my findings to you,
Ray?" 

 "That would be fine," Ray breathed. 

 "Well, your hair smells faintly of citrus. Orange, if I had to guess.
Your shampoo?" 

 "Mmmhmm." 

 Frazer took a tiny step closer, craned his neck and delicately touched
his tongue to Ray's ear. Ray let out a tiny noise. Whispering into his
ear, Frazer said, "Tastes like Ivory. With a hint of saltiness. Shall I
continue?" 

 "Please," Ray said in a small voice. 

 Tipping Ray's head back and moving across his face, with the tip of his
tongue Frazer stroked Ray's left eye, across the bridge of his nose and
then across his right eye, wiping away the remains of Ray's tears of
self-doubt. "More saltiness. That's your tears, Ray. They taste like," a
deep sigh, "nothing I ever want to taste again." 

 Bending slightly, he inhaled a deep breath through his nose while moving
down Ray's neck from his ear to his collar. "Hmmm, I smell pine, and musk.
Your aftershave, no doubt. Ray, have I ever told you I really like the
smell of your aftershave? Now, as for taste," and ran the tip of his
tongue from collar to ear, "Oh, nice. A sweet tang from the aftershave and
underlying it ... you, Ray. You taste like - oh dear." At this Ray felt
Frazer tense. He opened his eyes and looked him in the face. "Benny?," he
said with concern, "You okay?" He reached up and covered Fraser's hands
with his own. Frazer had his eyes tightly closed, with a look almost of
pain on his face. "Benny?" 

 "I don't know whether I can do this, Ray." 

 "You don't have to ...", Ray started to stammer. But Benny overrode him,
"Just the taste of you and I almost ... You taste like all I've ever
wanted. I want too much, Ray. I want *all* of you." He opened his eyes.
"Can I have all of you, Ray?" he said gently. 

 "Of course, Benny. You already do." and closed the small distance between
their mouths. 

 Kissing Ray was everything Benny had dreamed. Kissing Benny was better
than Ray ever expected. 

 As their tongues entwined, their hips naturally drifted into contact. The
fact of each others intense arousal broke through the pleasure of the kiss
like a lightning bolt. Both men let out surprised moans and broke apart,
staring at each other in wonder. Ray brought his hand up to run his
fingers through Benny's hair. Then the other hand came up and they tightly
gripped Fraser's head so he could bring him closer for another
soul-searing kiss. 

 "Hey, Benny," Ray said a bit breathlessly, once they broke apart for some
much needed air, "aren't you going to taste the rest of me??" 

 "Ray, I would like to spend the rest of my life doing just that. But
first I need to remove a few obstacles. Now, don't move." 

 With that, he pushed Ray's jacket off of his shoulders and down his arms.
When it was free, he carefully hung it over a chairback. Then he went to
work on the shirt. When it was hanging unbuttoned, Frazer stepped closer,
and with a quiet order of "Tilt your head back" wrapped his arms around
his friend and took short quick tastes from chin to breast bone.
"Delicious" was the only report. Bending his knees slightly, he stuck his
nose under Ray's arm and sampled the bouquet. "I smell, hmmm, fear. Ray, I
smell fear. Are you afraid of me?", he said with surprise. 

 "Not you, Benny. But - the situation. I've, I've never done anything like
this before." He hurried to add, "Not that everything so far hasn't been
wonderful. It has. Beyond my dreams. I just..." he trailed off. 

 "Ray," Frazer whispered, "we don't have to do anything you don't want to
do. Just let me know. We can stop at any time." He continued, "This is new
to me too, you know." 

 "Oh God, I thought at least one of us knew what he was doing," Ray
replied, a hint of humor coloring his voice. 

 "It's okay. We'll figure it out together. Now, where was I? Oh, yes." 

 He pushed Ray's shirt off so that it hung by the cuffs from his hands.
Taking his right hand in his own, he unbuttoned, the cuff and pulled the
arm free. He took another long breath of Ray's scent. "Ah, less fear,
good. More ... hmmm, what is that. Ahh, arousal, that's it! Very good. Now
to taste." Holding Ray's arm out straight he licked from the inside of his
elbow to under his arm. "Now the same for the other side," he murmured
almost to himself, and proceeded to free the other arm and taste it in the
same manner. 

 "Benny?", came the choked reaction. 

 "Yes, Ray?" 

 "Do... do you think I could taste *you*?" 

 "If you'd like, Ray." 

 "Oh, yes. Yes, please. But you're gonna hafta get rid of that jacket
first." 

 "No sooner said than done, Ray." 

 With deft hands he undid the red serge jacket and slipped it off. "Just
let me hang this up." But just then he found himself pushed with his back
to the wall, by a very determined Italian. 

 "Do you *have* to do that right now, Benny?" 

 But Fraser was unable to reply as his mouth was suddenly very occupied
with an Italian tongue. The coat fell unheeded to the floor as, for
probably for the first time in his life, Benton Fraser did not pay proper
respect to his uniform. It suddenly seemed much more important to get as
close to his best friend as humanly possible. Chest to chest, thigh to
thigh, mouth to mouth. Wrapping their arms around each other, the two men
sucked and nibbled and gnawed , ... and *tasted* each other for long
glorious minutes. Finally, needing air, they pulled back. Ray looked down
at Fraser's shirt and then at his own naked chest. 

 "You still have too much on." 

 "Understood, Ray." 

 "Let me." 

 Starting at the top button, Ray slowly undid Fraser's shirt, putting a
licking sucking kiss on each new spot he uncovered. When he reached
Fraser's belt, he faltered. 

 "It's okay, Ray. That's enough for now. Now it's my turn again. Turn
around." 

 With that, he slowly directed Ray to face the other way, and wrapped his
arms around his friend, loosely pinning his arms. Being slightly taller,
he had to bend slightly to tuck his face in Ray's neck. Tasting and
sucking his way down Ray's back, he slowly came to a kneeling position,
licking the small of Ray's back. He then urged Ray to turn around again,
so his face was at Ray's belly, while Ray's arms came around to tenderly
cradle Benny's head. He rested there a moment, breathing in the scent of
his friend, his partner, and now, hopefully, his lover. 

 "Ray?" 

 "Yes, Benny?" 

 "I love you." 

 "I love you, too, Benny." It seemed so easy to say now. He couldn't
imagine why it had taken him so long. 

 "I want ..." 

 "Want what, Benny?" 

 With a sigh, Benny stood up and cupped Ray's face with he hands. "I want
*you*, Ray," he said urgently, "All of you. Can I have all of you?" 

 "You already asked me that, Benny, and I already said you already do." 

 "I just wanted to make sure." 

 "Well, I do have one condition." 

 "What's that, Ray?", Benny said with a slight note of concern. 

 "That I get you, too." 

 "Ray, I'm yours for as long as you want me. I think I've been yours for a
very long time." 

 "I want you, Benny," Ray whispered, gently bumping their hips together,
"Now, please." 

 "Then come here." And led him to his bed. "Sit down." 

 When Ray had done so, he gracefully knelt and removed Ray's shoes and
socks. With both hands he brought one of Ray's feet to his face, causing
Ray to have to recline on the bed. 

 "You know, Ray, it's possible to discover all sorts of things by
examining a foot." 

 "Is that right, Benny." 

 "Oh, yes. Let's see. Hmmm, you use baby powder, very wise. No athlete's
foot for my Ray. Toenails in good shape. A few calluses. To be expected
for a police officer. Whoops, a bit ticklish, are we?" 

 "Arrg, stop that. Come here." And roughly pulled Benny up on top of him.
"Hey, you still have that stupid shirt on." 

 "Ray, a shirt is inanimate. It can therefore not possess any degree of
intelligence." 

 "Benny, shut up and kiss me," he said pulling him closer. 

 "Yes, Ray," he managed to get out before their lips met and merged.
Tongues reached out and explored. Teeth, palate, gums. 

 "Oh, Ray, you taste so good," Benny moaned. He began to struggle out of
his shirt. Ray helped and soon it was on the floor. The sensation of naked
chest rubbing against naked chest caused two sighs to drift through the
room. Benny rolled them over so that they were lying side by side on the
bed, with their arms around each other. 

 "I never tasted your chest, Ray," Fraser got out in between kisses. 

 "Well, we can't let your survey be incomplete now, can we?" 

 "My thought exactly. But why don't we get rid of the rest of these
clothes. I wouldn't want to have to interrupt my fact-finding mission." 

 "Good idea. Race ya!" 

 Simultaneously they scrambled off the bed and began to frantically divest
themselves of belts and pants. As Fraser reached for his white briefs and
Ray for his silk boxers, they suddenly realized the magnitude of the step
they were about to take and their hands slowed and came to a stop.
Straightening they moved toward each other as one. Wrapping their arms
around each other they exchanged a deep, tender kiss. Then, holding each
other's gaze, they reached for the other's remaining covering and slowly
pulled it down as far as their arms could reach. Holding each other's
hands, they stepped back and kicked their way free. Then they allowed
their gazes to drift down to take the first admiring look of each other. 

 "God, you're so beautiful," was forced from Ray. 

 

 "You're everything I could want, Ray. Come to me, my love," he said,
pulling him closer and wrapping his arms around him. The feel of his
love's arousal sent a wave of desire through him. "Come, let's lie down.
I'm not sure how much longer I can stand." Leading Ray to the bed, they
lay down with their arms around each other. 

 "Now, where was I?" murmured Benny, "Oh, yes. Well, I might as well start
at the top." 

 He began by covering Ray's face with tiny licks followed by tiny kisses.
Forehead, eyebrows, over to the cheeks, back up to gently lip at his
eyelashes, then a long, wet swipe down his nose. At this Ray gave a
twitch. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, Ray? I love your
nose. It's so regal." Before Ray could respond, a tongue swiped across his
lips, first the upper, then the lower. Then a long sucking, biting kiss on
his chin. Down his neck, where he found a spot that made Ray shudder. 

 "Is that a good place or a bad place?" 

 "Oh, good, definitely good." 

 "Well, it tastes good to me. Kind of like whale blubber with a hint of
wild nettle. You know, Ray, nettles can be very good if they're prepared
properly. The Inuit ..." 

 "Benny," Ray interrupted. 

 "Yes, Ray dear." 

 "You talk *way* too much." 

 "Understood." 

 The tasting continued, along each collarbone and then back to the middle.
Nuzzling the patch of hair in the center. And finally making his way to a
pink nipple. First the right one, a quick lick which brought an answering
moan. A longer suck, a louder moan. A gentle sucking nip, and a soft
exclamation. During all this, Ray wasn't idle, his hands making long
sweeps up and down Benny's back. Nails digging in whenever Fraser hit a
particularly sensitive spot. 

 "Hmmm, that's that side. Now for the other. I have to make a thorough
comparison." 

 "Oh, God, yes. Don't forget the other side," came the breathless
response. 

 Benny gave Ray's left nipple the same loving treatment until Ray was
slowly writhing in time to the gentle rhythmic suction. 

 "Don't stop there, Benny. Please... keep going... ohhh. 

 "Very well, Ray. But I like the taste of your nipples so much. The right
one tastes a bit like spruce but the left is closer to Norway pine. 

 "That's .. that's nice, Benny. What's the rest of me taste like?" 

 "Your belly..." a pause for a thorough sample "tastes like sweat with a
slight tang of semen. You must have been, um, leaking during the
afternoon." 

 "All day, Benny. I've been thinking about this all day. ... Could you ...
taste me there, Benny?" He hurried to add, "Only if you want to of
course." 

 "I've just been saving the best 'til last, Ray." 

 Then he took a long lick up Ray's penis, from root to tip. When he
reached the crown, and got a concentrated taste of his new love's
excitement something in him snapped. Suddenly the calm, gentle, in-control
Benton Fraser was taken over by a wildman. He barely managed a strangled,
"Sorry, Ray, but I have to do this," when Ray found himself engulfed by
the warmest, wettest, most voracious mouth he ever known. Sheets of fire
raced along his veins as his response was wrenched from him. Wave after
wave of pleasure raced along his nerve endings. 

 "Oh, Benny ... oh God ... yes ... so good ... oh ... ohhhh ... oh, I love
you ... oh, yes..." 

 Fraser's urgency was transmitted to him and quicker than he thought
possible, he reached his peak and exploded into his waiting lover's mouth.
Benny frantically sucked down every drop, as if the world would end if he
didn't get every savory bit. Finally, they both collapsed gasping on the
bed. 

 "I'm sorry, Ray. I couldn't help it. I just needed to taste you so
badly," Fraser groaned. 

 "Hey, Benny," Ray panted, "it's okay. Anytime." 

 When Ray was finally able to speak again, "So what's the diagnosis,
Benny?" 

 "You're the best thing I've ever tasted." 

 "Well, now it's *my* turn." 

 That night they slept content, all senses satisfied. 

 * * * * The next day: 

 "Hey, Frazer, Ray," called Elaine, "Come and get a piece of my mom's
homemade banana bread." 

 Ray and Frazer went over to Elaine's desk to sample the treat. 

 "Isn't that the best thing you ever tasted?!" 

 While helping Ray, who seemed to have had a crumb go down the wrong way,
Frazer replied, "Well, it's very good, Elaine. But not, I'm afraid the
best thing I've ever tasted. Sorry." 

 With a small smile, he turned to Ray and said, "Come on, Ray. We have to
get that report to Lt. Welsh. Good day, Elaine." 

 As he and Ray walked off, Elaine could have sworn that the grin got just
a little wider. 

 End note: Believe it or not, I actually have more of an anal personality
than an oral one, but I can guess which kind both Benny and Ray have.
Benny is obvious, and just think how much Ray loves good food.